August 9th 2022. That’s when I asked you to go to family therapy with me. Today it is February 17th 2024. December 7th 2023 is how long it took for you to decide it was worth it.
You ask that question like you haven’t done everything you can to sabotage this. I asked you to do this over a year ago and you told me it wasn’t possible. Then two weeks before Christmas and months after you failed to move out of state you finally decide it’s worth it. The person who was okay with or blind to your manipulation is gone and I am not afraid to stop you from hurting me.
And neither are my fiancee, my mother in law, brother in law, sister in law, father in law, best friend, dog and next door neighbors.
You have counted on my fear of losing you to force me to put up with your disgusting behavior.
You thought that it had been so long that I would keep telling myself that what happened doesn’t matter and that I have no right to feel anything about it, especially after all these years. No matter how much time passes the truth will remain the same. Over and over and over again in my life you made the choice that failed in very fundamental ways to protect me not only from other adults but from yourself.
You have never been safe to have around and I’m thankful I survived what you put me through as well as I did. I did a fan fucking tastic job getting through what you decided my life was going to be. You are still not safe to have around and so I do not think we should resume contact. I will be removing you from my Facebook account.
And we both know that if you had had the money to move to New York you would have never set up these sessions.
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